Two years ago on 10th July 2020 our beautiful Henry came into the world. His brief life has changed us forever. I have changed and won’t ever be the same again. 

Everyday I feel his influence encouraging me to be bolder in how I live. To move forward, no fear, and live and love fiercely. 

Henry’s life taught me never to shy away from the power within each of us to know and understand our own minds and hearts. That our contributions matter and that we all have something unique to give that wants to be seen and heard. 

We’re surrounded by so many influences asking us to be a bit quieter, play it small, believe that other people are in a better position to know what’s right for us and what we need, more than our own selves. 

We see it in how disconnected we’ve become from our own mental well-being, our bodies, from nature and from each other. We even see it in our ability to instinctively trust that we can raise and nurture the next generation with confidence and an unshakable love. 

This has to end. We need to be sitting up and paying attention when a man in a white coat can persuade a mother holding her dying child in her arms that everything is fine, when she knows it isn’t. We need to be questioning when we think it’s ok for men in suits enact laws that take authority away from parent to be able to act in their child’s best interest. 

What is happening to parenting right now is not ok. Somehow we need to reclaim our power as the caregivers, the nurturers and the fundamental cornerstone on which all of society is built.

I want to roar in my power as a mother. I want the world to shake and be overcome with the strength and love of mothers everywhere reclaiming what’s been taken, before we forget altogether who we are and what we can do. 

For Henry, live brave, live bold. xx